All Chapters of The Alpha's Forgotten Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

That night, after returning from the training grounds, the house felt quieter than usual, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of quiet that came after something heavy had passed through, leaving behind tired hearts and aching thoughts. Kane walked beside me silently as we entered, his fingers wrapped tightly around mine like he feared that if he let go, something would pull him away again. Selena trailed behind us, still full of questions she hadn’t voiced yet, her eyes moving between Kane and Cassius as if trying to understand what had changed between them.The moment we stepped inside, the smell of warm food wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. Camelia stood near the kitchen counter, stirring something slowly while Everett arranged plates on the dining table with the same quiet precision he carried into everything he did. The sight of them there—so settled, so involved in a home that wasn’t originally theirs—still felt strange to me some

The next morning did not begin gently.It began with a scream.A sharp, panicked cry that tore through the house and pulled me out of sleep before my mind could even understand what was happening. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I pushed the blanket away and ran toward the hallway barefoot, not caring about the cold floor biting into my skin. For one horrifying second, my mind returned to yesterday—to Kane shaking in my arms, to his terrified voice, to the helplessness that had nearly crushed me.“Mom!”Selena.The sound came from the children’s room.I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I just ran.When I pushed the door open, Selena sat upright on the bed, her small hands gripping the blanket tightly, her chest rising and falling in fast, uneven breaths. Kane sat beside her, wide awake, his eyes filled with confusion and fear as he watched her struggle to breathe properly.&ldquo

That day passed slower than any day I could remember.Selena refused to leave my side.Not even for a moment.After the morning scare, she clung to me in ways she hadn’t since she was much younger. Even when Camelia tried to distract her with breakfast, or Everett offered to read one of her favorite books, she stayed pressed against me like a shadow afraid of losing its source of light. Kane stayed unusually quiet too, though not withdrawn. He watched her constantly, his small brows tightening every time she shifted too quickly or sighed too loudly.It was strange to see my children like this.One frightened.One protective.Both too young to carry the emotions they were now holding.By mid-morning, the house had settled into a slow rhythm. Everett sat near the window reading quietly, occasionally glancing toward the children without lifting his head fully. Camelia moved around the kitchen preparing food none of us had as

That night, after dinner, after the drawing, after Selena’s questions settled quietly into corners of my mind where I could not ignore them, the house finally began to slow down. The children grew drowsy earlier than usual, exhaustion still clinging to their small bodies after everything that had happened in the past two days. Kane yawned repeatedly, trying to hide it behind his palm as if admitting tiredness meant admitting weakness. Selena leaned against me on the couch, her head resting heavily against my shoulder, her fingers still clutching the edge of my shirt like she had done all day.I didn’t rush them to bed.I let them stay there, leaning against me, breathing slowly, allowing their bodies to find calm on their own terms. There was a time when bedtime was routine—brush teeth, change clothes, crawl into bed, lights off. Now bedtime had become something gentler, something slower, something that required reassurance rather than instruction.“You’re sleepy,” I murmured softly,

Morning arrived quietly, but the house did not feel entirely at rest.It had been several days since the last incident at the training grounds, and on the surface, everything had returned to routine. The children woke on time, the elders moved about the kitchen with practiced familiarity, and the scent of warm grain and brewed tea spread through the corridors like reassurance. Yet beneath that normalcy, something delicate and unspoken lingered, like thin glass stretched across the floor—unbroken, but fragile enough that everyone walked more carefully than before.Sienna noticed it first in the way Selena moved.Not in anything dramatic. Not in tears or resistance. Selena still woke when called, still washed her face, still sat at the low table beside Kane during meals. But there was a difference now in how she observed the world around her. Her eyes lingered longer than before, studying expressions, movements, reactions—as though she were trying to u